by Darlene L. Turner | Feb 18, 2013 | Broadmoor, Christian Writer's Guild, Colorado Springs, DiAnn Mills, Doc Dennis Hensley, James MacDonald, Jerry B. Jenkins, Liz Curtis Higgs, Steven James, Writing for the Soul conference | Stuff About Life
Today is a different type of post since I’ve been in Colorado Springs at the Writing for the Soul Conference hosted at the amazing Broadmoor for the past few days. I reconnected with a lot of friends and made new ones. Love that. I wanted to give you some quotes...
by Darlene L. Turner | Feb 27, 2012 | Christian Writer's Guild, Darlene Turner, fears, Writing for the Soul conference | What If...
Jacqueline slammed the phone on the counter. “She did it to me again. Why can’t she just be happy for me?” Derek pulled the milk from the fridge and poured a glass. “What are you talking about?” He grabbed the Oero cookie box from the cupboard. “What do you think?...
by Darlene L. Turner | Feb 20, 2012 | Christian Writer's Guild, dreams, fears, what if | What If...
Sharon edged her way to the end of the diving board. Her stomach quivered at the distance beneath her. She bit her lip and took one step back. “I can’t do it,” she said. A shiver raced through her body and she rubbed her arms. “Yes, you can,” her mother said. “Just...
by Darlene L. Turner | Oct 24, 2011 | broken promises, Christian Writer's Guild, Darlene Turner, inhibitions, judging, learning, praising God, what if | What If...
The teenager combed his fingers through his hair. “But Mom, I’m not sure what I want to do with my life.” “Son, what interests you?” He sighed. “I don’t know. I’ve thought of a tradesman of some sort. Maybe an electrician or plumber.” His mother set her teacup back in...
by Darlene L. Turner | Sep 26, 2011 | broken promises, Christian Writer's Guild, Cliff House, Darlene Turner, dreams, inhibitions, judging, learning, praising God, prayer | What If...
I feel him gaining ground and will my legs to move faster. I need to get to Mama’s room. I try to scream, but my voice is lost in the wind. I reach the mansion and stumble up the stairs. The glow under her door takes me by surprise. Is Mama awake? I push the door...